Somebody's smiling as the fuel runs out
Somebody else says,
'it happens to the best of us'
But in the half light of four
We saw the end of the world
And laughed...
Then walked home
Turbulent dreaming was had by all
Forgotten feelings sent scented
With a sense of loss
But in the half light of four
We saw the end of the world
And laughed...
Then walked home
As deep as sleep
Where movement can't protect us
And static isn't there at all
Where would I be without the moon?